Ever had someone move into your space and then proceed to tell you how to run your show? Who does that? Even worse, who does that in motherhood? Author Rachel Hixon explores the in’s and out’s of “bossing my motherhood.”
I’ve learned that children feel safe when they have a mom with no phone to check, no dinner to make, no siblings to interrupt. Just a mom, a dark room, and a song.
This year, I’m discovering that Lent isn’t really about going without something, but about handing off something.
“That Sunday morning comment awoke me to a new mothering concept. Mothering as He would. Not for praise. Not for recognition. Not for a hug, a kiss, or even a thank you. Not because I can’t stand a dirty floor or because someone coming for a visit might see the display of animalistic behavior my children can exhibit…Sweeping up crumbs because that’s what He did. With a perfect love.”
I was told practically from birth about the sacrifices a mother makes….blah blah blah…. back to me me me me me. I remember as a young woman I was told that I wouldn’t really understand this concept of motherly sacrifice until I became a mom myself……blah blah blah…..back to me me me me me.
Then, one day…